Chapter 423: Re-entering the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb! Chasing the Pure Yang Heart Scripture!

Zhuang Weiwang, no matter how talented, could never have cultivated a new seed variety that even the sect’s elders were willing to buy at high prices in just a few months.

So most of the credit here actually belongs to the Mantou Frog?

“Can the Soul-Devouring Vine seed really have this effect?”

Lin Mo glanced down at the Mantou Frog, whose face wore an innocent expression, and noticed that besides having grown larger, the creature now carried a faint chill in its aura.

And this chill, identical to the one he had acquired

Seeing Master Meng shift the topic, Mai Zi’s heart leapt. Ye Zifan sensed the sudden stiffness in the man beside him and knew he was nervous; she gently squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The Broken Sword stepped out from behind the osmanthus tree, stood gazing at Xiao Yuyin’s direction for a moment, then walked off in another direction.

Jiang Mengjie opened her eyes and met Long Zhanyan’s gaze; her eyes fixed on Long Zhanyan, her expression turned unnatural—she had never expected to wake up and find Long Zhanyan there.

Mai Bao’s bright eyes kept darting toward the red sports car beside him, filled with curiosity.

The newcomer did not push Huang Lin away, only clumsily patted her back, letting her cry more comfortably.

Indeed, he had not lied to Su Qingge—this gun truly held only three bullets, and once fired, it would be empty.

Cui Siyu and Xiao Yuyin sat facing each other, playing chess in the quiet autumn scenery; they could hear each other’s breaths, the soft rustle of petals falling from branches, the flutter of birds’ wings skimming dew-laden grass tips, and the pattering of crystal-clear droplets sliding off broken lotus leaves.

Everything looked as if it had just woken up, stretching open its eyes cheerfully. The mountains grew bright and moist, the waters swelled, and the sun’s face turned red.

What truly matters is the Yin Immortal Mansion. Freya is there, Astrya is there too. Now that Cis has grown, some of Solar City’s affairs are being entrusted to him. With Cotton Jack gone, Gorya assists him, along with the mage corps left behind by Xia He.

Ye Wei walked several steps, seeing no sign of that annoyingly flashy man, and quietly exhaled in relief.

Hearing Ye Chen agree, Jiang Qing’s face lit up with joy—having a master like Ye Daoist Priest guarding them, why should she fear Jiang family’s younger generation?

Xue Lady of the Medicine King Valley and Nie’s Second Master instinctively exchanged glances, their expressions darkening; they had been thrown into disarray by Ye Chen’s sudden appearance.

Shi Feiqing nodded solemnly, bowed to the gathering, then gestured with an invitation, leading everyone to the main hall.

Mu En pointed at the star map as he spoke; the nearest star was Centaurus—the legendary Three-Body Star.

Before Li San’s men entered the grand hall, the nine-ringed coils wrapped around Gu Sanqian’s arm pulsed with a warning.

“This isn’t even the real thing—you’ll see what a true space fortress looks like later,” Mu En said dismissively.

This filled Shi Feiqing with profound emotion, immense pride, and overwhelming joy, yet also deep shame, bitter self-reproach, and unbearable resentment.

They couldn’t understand why Xu Xi had resigned when everything was going well—was he afraid of trouble?

Leading them was none other than Zhang Tian, who had been beaten by Ye Bai in the Mission Tower for provoking him.

“Scared? Why didn’t you think of that earlier!” Xiao Yu’s eyes turned icy as he glanced at Li Hao, as if viewing a dead thing.

At that moment, Wan Miao also looked up and fixed Zhang Lei with a stare, then picked up another bite of food, placed it in his mouth, and lowered his head to chew slowly. Seeing Wan Miao’s gaze, Zhang Lei finally lowered his own head, silent, and picked up his chopsticks.

“Yue’er, don’t be afraid—Grandpa’s here. No one will dare bully you!” Jue Chen said tenderly, his gaze on Jue Wuyue’s face filled with gentle affection.

This kind of experience isn’t something just anyone can gain—after all, for a cultivator, letting others know one’s weaknesses is extremely fatal; if ordinary people can restrain you, then where is your true strength?